Thanks, Daddy!

“I will come back again and take you to myself,
so that where I am you also may be.”

From John 14:3

While wrapping my granddaughter’s First Communion gift, it occurred to me that I’d forgotten to celebrate the anniversary of my own First Communion day with you yesterday. Though I’m a day late, let’s celebrate…

May 3 will always be special to me. I celebrated my First Communion Day on this date decades ago. I had learned a good deal about Jesus by then and I liked what I heard. In my mind, receiving Holy Communion paid much deserved homage to this Jesus who had taught me so much. Later that afternoon, my mom surprised me with another very special encounter. My dad’s heart ailment had resulted in his hospitalization the previous week. This kept him from attending my First Communion Mass. When my Uncle Gerard offered us a ride to the hospital so my dad could see me, I was beyond elated! Though children under twelve years of age weren’t allowed to visit hospitals back then, the nurses made an exception for the little girl who was dressed like a bride. I’ll never forget my dad’s smile as I stood next to his hospital bed.

Before my dad became ill himself, he’d prepared my siblings and me for the passing of our grandfathers and our uncle. Each time, he assured us that these loved ones would end happily in heaven, never to be sick again. When my dad passed away two months later, his lessons regarding the promise of heaven made his devastating loss bearable. How could I want anything less for him than the new life that he wished so fervently for others? Oddly, this terrible loss contributed to my increased devotion to Jesus. After all, it was he who welcomed my dad home.

Dear God, thank for my brave and faithful father who trusted in your promises and taught me to do the same.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Always There…

I sought the Lord, and he answered me
and delivered me from all my fears.

Psalm 34:5

Some of the most tender moments parents share with their children are the result of uncertainty and fear. Through the worst of storms, a far too frightening film or when someone actually promises to do them harm, children scramble to the laps of their parents to find safety. In their parents’ embrace, children find comfort in carefully chosen words which offer the assurance that, indeed, everything will be all right. When parents’ words aren’t enough and their children continue to shiver and shake, parents simply hold their children tightly for as long as it takes to bring them peace.

God’s children aren’t very different, are they? Sometimes, no matter how well-chosen God’s words are, we also find it difficult to take them in. Uncertainty and fear overwhelm us. These feelings preclude our understanding and they preclude our ability to find comfort. For these very reasons, God promises simply to be with us.

Though I’m old enough and wise enough not to be frightened by much, there are times when my circumstances or those of another of God’s children manage to fill me with fear. Since my parents’ laps are no longer available to me, I immediately ask God to make good on that promise to remain with me, and so God does… Every time, God is there…

Loving God, thank you for embracing each of us in our joy, in our sorrow and in our fear.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God’s Prayer

“This is how you are to pray.”
Matthew 6:9

A string of troubling news from family and friends prompted me outdoors. Though to those around me this appeared to be an effort to get some much-needed exercise, it was actually my effort to get God’s full attention. I had a laundry list of requests to make on behalf of those in need and this walk would provide the time necessary to dictate this list to my ever-patient God.

Yes, this reflection is being written by the very same person who has repeatedly assured you that God knows our troubles better than we do. The good news is that, as soon as I made it to the end of my block, an insistent breeze nudged me. It pushed me along just enough to remind me of this truth. With that, I uttered a single sentence to the Lord God and then continued my walk in silence. “You know what’s wrong, Dear God, and I know you’ll be with us as we deal with it.”

In spite of all of the scripture passages available, when Jesus taught us to pray, he chose the few, simple and powerful words which have become the Lord’s Prayer: Daddy, you are the best parent we will ever have, you resides in heaven and are deserving of our praise. We ask that your will be done because your plans will take us to far better places than our own plans ever will. We ask for our daily bread, to be forgiven and to be kept from temptation because you will respond to all of our needs. We take your care to heart, and we forgive one another and care for one another as you do. So be it!

Loving God, Jesus said it best. Teach me to pray selflessly and with absolute faith in your love for me and for all of your children.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Daddy’s Gift

Here, then, is the message we have heard from him
and announce to you: that God is light; in him there is no darkness.

1 John 1:5

On the third day of Christmas, I always think of my dad. Today is his birthday and I hope he is celebrating with great gusto. My dad passed away many years ago at age 39. He has celebrated far more birthdays in the afterlife than he celebrated here.

When I was a little girl, the date of my dad’s birthday troubled me a bit. I thought that my dad was shortchanged. I asked him if he minded that his birthday fell two days after Christmas. Good man that he is, Daddy replied that this was okay. He felt that Christmas was a very good day which led into his own very, very good day. Because my grandparents had little money, I’m quite certain that my dad didn’t receive many gifts on either day. Still, he shared his memories with a smile big enough to convince this daughter that his childhood Christmases and birthdays were just fine.

This is a small parcel of the wisdom my dad shared with me. Happily, he always did so with a smile. Today, I’m going to allow myself a piece of cake in my dad’s honor -a sweet reminder of his sweet presence in my life. We’re going to party together in my heart.

Generous God, thank you for my dad who is among the best of those who have shown me your love. As you well know, Daddy did this with great competence and with a flourish which will never be replaced.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

My Dear Daddy

“I will come back again and take you to myself,
so that where I am you also may be.”

From John 14:3

May 3 will always be special to me. I celebrated my First Communion Day on this date decades ago. I had learned a good deal about Jesus by then, and I liked what I heard. In my mind, it was quite enough to have received Holy Communion for the very first time that day.

Later that afternoon, however, my mother surprised me with another very special encounter. My dad’s heart ailment resulted in his hospitalization the previous week. This kept him from attending my First Communion Mass. My Uncle Gerard offered us a ride to the hospital so my dad could see me. Though children under twelve years of age were not allowed to visit hospitals back then, the nurses made an exception for the little girl who was dressed like a bride. I’ll never forget my dad’s smile as I stood next to his hospital bed.

Before my dad had become ill himself, he prepared my siblings and me for the passing of our grandfathers and uncle. Each time, he assured us that these loved ones would end happily in heaven, never to be sick again. When my dad passed away two months later, his lessons regarding the promise of heaven made his devastating loss bearable. How could I want anything less for him than the new life that he wished so fervently for others? Oddly, this terrible loss contributed to my increased devotion to Jesus. After all, it was he who welcomed my dad home.

Dear God, thank for my brave and faithful father who trusted in your promises and taught me to do the same.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved